It has beautiful auburn hair and big almond
shaped black eyes and whiskered cheeks.
he curls of its tail as long as its body is tall
brings a swirl of happiness to my mother;
the squirrel watcher.
Mom lines a dozen pecans onto a bark formed shelf
and to her delight watches
as the male squirrel hands-off the nuts to his mate
one cheek and paws full at a time.
For hours they will play, racing to and fro
among the trees, leaping across gulfs to the
next tree limb or for more antics crossing
the fence and climbing the roof.
They climb the greased pole to rob the bird feeder
of its sunflower seed and take a sip from the birds’ bath.
And every once in awhile they stopped and gaze
at the wonderful woman watching over them.
The Dreamer’s Soul Vol. One, p14. 2003 by Kathryn Aubrey
Dedicated to my mother Mrs. Patrician Anne Boggs